Where Town and Country Meet 



above the general level, with the branches 

 of the trees below you nearly on the same 

 plane with your eyes. 



One of the first things you will notice, 

 perhaps, is the summer nest of the red 

 squirrel a large, loosely built structure of 

 twigs and leaves, among the uppermost 

 branches of one of our pines. It is nearly 

 as large as a half-bushel basket, and there 

 is no attempt whatever at concealment. 

 In this matter of residence our little friend 

 chickaree is surely an aristocrat, for he has 

 both his summer house and his winter 

 house. This shapeless, loosely woven struc 

 ture of twigs and leaves is his summer 

 home cool and ample; and here he raises 

 his children and cares for them until they 

 are old enough to scamper and forage for 

 themselves. Then, in the fall, the whole 

 family retires to its snugger winter resi 

 dence, a hollow tree, where the winter's 

 provender is laid by in a safe and conven 

 ient storehouse. At this season of the year 

 the young are probably hidden away in the 

 depths of that wicer-work nest in the pine- 

 top. Chickaree himself you will no doubt 

 see and hear, as he sits on a neighboring 



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